Pressed leaves in pages of a book, worn feathers cause me to stop, to look.
Why do bits of Nature's fare mean so much?
Why do I care?
They're reminders of a leaving way, if technology takes the heart's place.
For test tube trees and lab made birds, do not stir wonder in my world.
They make money for Wall Street men and send stocks rising, but what then?
To the moon, to Mars, to planets far.
What good is that without the heart?
Do creators in Silicon Valley hear the song of dove in these feathers dear?
Does creating apps and brokering deals really
make them happy?
How do they feel?
I will keep these glorious treasures from the growing, flying Ones I love.
I'll hold them dear and with great care and listen for their secrets shared.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse 6 March 2014